Alan W Jankowski Dec 2011

Grandpa sits in his favorite chair,
Spots his granddaughter and starts to stare,
Whips out his dick and starts to stroke,
He knows it’s his granddaughter he wants to poke,
Calls her over and says, “Pretty please.”
Come on granddaughter get on your knees,
She does as she’s told and sucks him with zest,
Because she knows incest is best.

Uncle Roy decides to give it a whirl,
He likes to dress his nephew up as a girl,
Likes to see him in silk and lace,
Lipstick and makeup on his face,
Imagining him with heels on his feet,
As he sits there and starts to stroke his meat,
He’d love to put him to the test,
Because he knows incest is best.

Mother decides to get in on the act,
Her and her son have a special pact,
While her husbands at work she gets in his bed,
Pulls down his pants and starts giving him head,
Son likes his mom dressed up in her lace,
As he shoots his load all over her face,
He knows his mom is better than the rest,
Because he knows incest is best.

Sister and brother are a special pair,
It’s more than a last name these two share,
Brother Bill can’t believe his luck,
Having a sister that likes to fuck,
Says, “Hey Sis, come on over here.”
As he bends her over and takes her rear,
Going at it like animals it becomes a real fuckfest,
Because they both know incest is best.

Father can’t believe his daughter is so kind,
She’s on her knees as he takes her behind,
She moans and screams and starts to cry,
Says, “Hey Daddy, you’re my kind of guy.”
Daddy tells her incest is the better way,
It’s a game the whole family can play,
Daddy treats his daughter like an honored guest,
Because they both know incest is best.

11-27-09b.

Far and away my most read poem, except perhaps my 9-11 Tribute thingy...this poem gets well over 1000 views per month on one erotic story site alone...and yes, it's done with more than a hint of humor...the line "Incest, a game the whole family can play" is something a friend of mine used to say back in high school...:)
Nick Summit Nov 2014

All my mistakes made me the man I am today
And I wouldn't change any of them
The worse the mistake, the more I can learn
That's why my best mistake was loving you

Great morning
In a fogy  day
Coldest winds
Pass by


Verdant hills
Green scenery
Shine best
In swirling clouds.

GaryL Aug 2015

If you were broken, and i had the parts to fix you
i would work on you both night and day
but, i'm afraid the parts that i use would mix you
and take the best parts of you away

in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
in penthouses
it's the worst
in skid row flophouses
it's the worst
at poetry readings
at rock concerts
at benefits for the disabled
it's the worst
at funerals
at weddings
it's the worst
at parades
at skating rinks
at sexual orgies
it's the worst
at midnight
at 3 a.m.
at 5:45 p.m.
it's the worst
falling through the sky
firing squads
that's the best
thinking of India
looking at popcorn stands
watching the bull get the matador
that's the best
boxed lightbulbs
an old dog scratching
peanuts in a celluloid bag
that's the best
spraying roaches
a clean pair of stockings
natural guts defeating natural talent
that's the best
in front of firing squads
throwing crusts to seagulls
slicing tomatoes
that's the best
rugs with cigarette burns
cracks in sidewalks
waitresses still sane
that's the best

my hands dead
my heart dead
silence
adagio of rocks
the world ablaze
that's the best
for me.

Pedro Simon Mar 2015

You're like a peacock.
Not because you look like a bird.
But because you're mysteriously beautiful.
I could stare at you forever,
And it'll still be the best thing to do.

1158

Best Witchcraft is Geometry
To the magician’s mind—
His ordinary acts are feats
To thinking of mankind.

Tyler Loeslein Nov 2012

My Dearest Ross,
Or whatever you may prefer to be called,
Countless names that countless people have for you balled,
Up and then thrown back down, sprawled out.
They all mean you…
You, whose beauty beats waterfalls in the most secluded paradise.
You, who’s back after a year, and maybe that distance helped me realize,
That despite all that time without you in my life,
No feeling I felt for you met their demise.
You’re still my best friend,
And you still give me butterflies.
I’m feel like I’m dying yet I feel so alive,
My head and heart are in the skies,
They’re talking to God who smiles,
At his creation of love that goes beyond love,
And while he symbolizes peace with a dove,
He uses our image to represent this emotion that people can only dream of.
And with Him smiling down, we’re blessed from above.
And more important than your delicate yet safe,
Electrifying, yet comforting embrace,
Are God’s hands surrounding our existence. His Grace
Makes it so the world can’t touch us, we’re alone in this race.
And I can see it, the finish line,
At the top of the hill, ascending, I’m on cloud nine,
Because baby, God sent his word down through the grape vine,
Any little bird would say that he had heard that you’re divine,
And I don’t just mean physically, but mentally, metaphorically and literally,
Simply, intricately, but most importantly…just…completely divine.
I half expect to see cops stop you and write you a fine,
For how crazy you make me feel inside.
And I told you before about those butterflies,
But do you realize, that I can feel them just by looking into your eyes,
By wanting to discover all those secrets behind your smile,
Just give me a while, no…more than a while,
To explore all the possibilities of what lies,
Beneath the soft and, for me, untouched skin of your thighs.
You make me burn so fierce its like fire and Ice.
Darling you make my head spin,
Every time you walk into my life, but especially when,
You close the cursed distance between our skin,
Leaving me to wonder if when describing you, Best Friend,
Is only where our story would begin.

Gabrielle EH Aug 2014

I can stop guessing what you’re up to
You’ve made a reputation and they know what you do
Rumors and secrets swirl on the grapevine
I learn all the things you had to hide

But I’m past the point of caring
About all the promises you’re breaking

It’s not the time to write angry songs
Delineate all the things you’ve done wrong
I’m not gonna quietly call you heartless
While you raise an eyebrow and smirk
No, it’s not time to go over all this again
Because living well is the best revenge.

She spins and shows off her prom dress
I used to say “Oh, not again.”
Now I hide my knowing smile and duck my head
I know soon she’ll learn her lesson

Because I’m past trying to teach
I know they’re out of my reach

It’s not the time to write angry songs
Delineate all the things you’ve done wrong
I’m not gonna quietly call you heartless
While you raise an eyebrow and smirk
No, it’s not time to go over all this again
Because living well is the best revenge.

Have fun procrastinating your summer work
Have fun with everyone you’re chasing after
Why should I give another thought
To someone who’s all I wish I’m not?

It’s not the time to write angry songs
Delineate all the things you’ve done wrong
I’m not gonna quietly call you heartless
While you raise an eyebrow and smirk
No, it’s not time to go over all this again
Because living well is the best revenge.

You think I’ll do this all again
But living well is the best revenge.

Michelle E Alba Jun 2011

I would stop the world
if you asked me to.
I would burn water and  
freeze fire if you said.
But all that you can give to me
is roommates
at best?

Would you hold my hand
if I were crying?
Would you please
just come to bed?
Would you kiss me
on the lips?
Would you just eat
dinner with me instead?
Would you whisper
salacious nothings?
Or wish me luck
on my big test?
All that you can give to me
is only roommates
at best.

Catrina Hemker Mar 2014

i used to cradle her bleach-cracked hands in mine
and decode the stardust resting within her fingerprints
     up until the day that i lost touch with the art of reading braille
     and she stopped slinging tall-tales for me to fetch
and rest the plot-twist at her feet

often in the post-script
i'd find my train of thought highjacked by the sunlight illuminating the rainbow of earth-tones ablaze
in her frizz-ridden curls
as if she'd been washing her hair with the damaged case of beer
she'd gotten for half-price at liqour depot
     she never did quit drinking
          but neither did i

at least we tried

though sometimes
in the middle of the night when nothing was alright
and we'd barely survived another fight
her face would catch my glance
cast aglow by a flood of lava-lamp light
    
     the sea of freckles resting at the crest of her cheeks
     rose lips perma-pursed in half tilt
     her resting heart-rate so high that i could almost see it
          pirouetting within her chest

it was then that i'd love her best
     amidst the ruins of who we were
     just moments before

a love poem, for the girl i can sometimes spot in my reflection.
unknown May 2015

Maybe it's true
Im a fool for you
I think about it everyday
But maybe there is a way
To go back
Change our path track
Will I ever forget?
I'm not sure yet.
Incase this doesn't last
I'll leave it in the past
losing my self over you was bad
but it's the best adventure I've ever had.

Cassie Mae Jun 2012

I miss my best friend
our long talks about everything,
yet nothing.

I miss my best friend
how it felt when you held my hand,
kissed my lips.

I miss my best friend
the way i loved you and how I meant the world,
everything to you.

I miss my best friend
how safe I felt with you hand in mine,
my heart in yours.

© Cassie Mae Writings 2012
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